Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.